Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
“I see you sprawled out on a bed. Naked. Your body flushed as you roll your rosy nipples between your fingers. Tugging at them. Making them hard.” Heat washed over my body as I sucked in a gasp, but I refused to look away as he continued. “I see your head thrown back as you laugh at a joke I shared over lunch.” He took the last step toward me, and I swayed closer. Pulled in by his confession.
“I see you in class, your lips stretched in the most beautiful smile, and I remember the taste of them.” He leaned down closer, so I could feel his words against my skin. “I’m desperate to taste them again,” he growled.
Fire zipped down my spine to my core and I was sure I was going to combust from the pressure of desire—of need—bubbling up inside me.
His breath caressed against my mouth, urging it open, and I pressed up to my toes to close the gap. Groaning, our lips locked together, melding as one, glued together by his words of desire, by the memory of the last time we kissed. This time there was no hesitation as we wrapped our arms around each other, holding tight like we were trying to become one. His tongue pushed past my lips, demanding I let him in and taste what he wanted.
I opened willingly, moaning when his tongue brushed mine. I tasted him in return, the taste of mint and him, the man. My fingers dug in his hair as he leaned down to reach more of me, his hands skimming over my hips to grip the cheeks of my ass, bunching up the material of my dress.
We each pulled back to breathe, and when I opened my eyes, his were still closed as he rubbed circles, massaging my bottom.
“What else, Dr. Pierce? What else do you see?” I whispered against his lips.
He exhaled a heavy breath from his nose before he gripped me tight, and growled, “Callum. Call me Callum,” against my lips. He hoisted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His mouth began devouring mine as the room spun, and he turned to sit me on his desk. He pulled back only to trail kisses down and back up my neck where he nipped at the lobe of my ear.
“I see you bent over my desk, my fingers disappearing inside you.”
I inhaled sharply at the imagery and tried to lower my hands down his chest, needing to touch him. He stopped me, gripping my wrists tight and pulling them down to the desk behind me. I wanted to protest but then his kisses moved past my neck, going as far as the V of my dress would allow.
Stopping at my breasts he looked up at me and bit at my nipple through the cotton, causing me to jerk in pleasure.
“I imagine your perfect ass covered in my cum. I imagine rubbing it in, soaking it into your skin. Maybe then you would know what it feels like to have me be a part of you.”
I didn’t know what to say. That was so much more than sexual. It was much deeper than what I’d hoped he felt for me. I opened my mouth to ask more, but a groan escaped instead as he bit my other nipple and began dragging his hands up my thighs and under my skirt.
“Dr. Pier—”
“Callum. Callum when I’m inside you,” he said, falling into his chair and rolling between my spread legs.
“But you’re not—ohhh.”
“What was that?” he asked with a smirk, his fingers pushing in and out of me.
They moved so quickly under my panties. I was so wet, there was no resistance as he shoved two fingers inside me and rotated them.
“Callum,” I said on a breath.
He groaned against the skin of my inner thigh. “I see you naked on a bed, legs spread wide with a dark head buried between them.” His eyes locked on my core as his hand twisted.
I couldn’t help but wonder what he saw, my dress still pulled down enough to block my view. However, it rode up when he used his free hand to lift my leg and place my foot on one arm of his chair.
He pulled his fingers out and I whimpered at the loss, but then he lifted my other leg to the other arm of his chair. There I sat, my legs spread wide on my professor’s desk. My pussy exposed from my panties being pulled to the side, so he could see what he did to me.
“I imagine it’s me. I imagine how soft the folds of your pussy will feel against my tongue. If you’re sweeter directly from the source rather than licking you off my fingers.”
And then his head was between my thighs, his tongue digging into my opening before trailing up to circle my clit. His moan vibrated through my core and I thrust up against his seeking mouth. He sucked and bit and laved at every part of me as my whimpers filled the room. My thighs shook with the effort to hold them open and let him have his way. He ate at me like a starving man, and I couldn’t ever remember anything feeling so good.